Saturday, May 13, 2006

Birthdayss.

So, this morning I woke up at 6. I always wake up at 6 on May 13th. It's weird, without an alarm or anything I just wake up. But it's always been lovely at 6 o'clock on the morning of May 13th. So I'm thinking about going to sleep again, when my lovely brother enters the room. "Hah" he says triumphantly, "I am 14 and you are not" (I'm not sure why he would like to be triumphant about this fact, but he's a competitive kid). So, I glance at the clock. 6:06. That's the exact time my lovely brother was born, on May 13th. Ugghh, I'm going to have to spend the next seven minutes under my brothers triumphant gaze. I put the blankets on top of my head. The clock finally turns to 6:13, after what seems to be an hour. I yell "burnage" at him, which makes me sound really geeky, but at least he's no longer triumphant. I am 14 now, phewwf.

Eeh. I love my birthday, I love May and spring. So today is very good. Veryyy. After this, I sit around in the living room with a cup of coffee, waiting to open presents. I got some lovely gifts. I got a k.d lang cd from my mum, that was mainly bought because it looked like the cover of "London Calling" and "Elvis Presely" and because my mum will end up listening to it. But a nice gift. Then I got a special addition mojo magazine about Morrissey and the Manchester scene from my brother. Next I got a dvd, unfortunatly, it wasn't CRAZY, but my mummy said she couldn't find it to buy, but it was just as great. It's called "The Smiths, the complete picture" and has a bunch of live Smiths footage from the 80's. My dad bought it for me in Texas on business. Then, I got a really funky, cool, awesome ring from Rubayait from my parents and my granny. Unfortunatly, it's an ounce too small and I'm getting a bigger, similar one. Eeeh. The last present was a wonderful acoustic guitar made in Quebec, from my parents. It's gorgeous! Now I feel very spoilt.Tonight, I'm going to a movie at the Plaza with my friendlings. It should be very nice. I am in a very great mood right now, so don't ask me for money..

this isn"t really about me

I don't like chicken, cilantro or the watery paints in the art room. I also dislike intolerance, pretentiousness and people who are condescending toward adolescents. I talk quite a bit so I guess it's good to write things down. I think music, movies and art can influence you when you let your guard down. It's important to let your guard down sometimes.